------------------------------Chapter 19 Climatic Fate--------------------------------------
The sky was a dark abyss, and rain seem to be an unatural occurence to its counterpart. Three heroes exited the building, a burden unknown to the normal populous put on their shoulders.
Ryo closed his eyes as all three exited the building, clenching both fist at the sametime.
"I understand." Ryo said in a low tone.
Guizhang and Ren looked at him confused.
All things came to a end. It was the way of the world, without a end there could be no beginning. Ryo's whole quest was about revenge, but now his obsessive reckless had put another at risk. In for that reason, he had finally understood the foolishness of his way. His father had been defeated, and then murdered by a powerful martial artist. A man who had easily defeated Ryo and his unpolished skill. Yet, he would still go after him. But revenge wasn't what he seeked, his search was for reason.
"My will...."
His eyes seem to flicker an odd resonance.
"We finally meet....." An unfamiliar voice beckoned.
Ryo looked up, the raindrops sliding down his face like steaming tears. He could feel a disturbing aura from the man.
"Who is this guy!?" Ren said loudly.
"I don't know, but he looks like one of them." Guizhang added.
The man flicked his hair from in front of his eye; which was severly drenched from the constant downpour of rain.
"So you defeated Niao Shun? Yes, that has to be true, you wouldn't be standing here right now."
He begin to chuckle to himself.
"Impressive."
"What's your deal?" Ryo questioned.
"You truly are the Tiger, this should prove interesting, no?"
"What?" Ryo still didn't understand.
"Just how strong is that Hazuki style? I've long for an even battle."
Ryo was exhausted, but his determination kept him going. He wouldn't back down, he had to much pride to. It was routine to him now, as he got into his ready stance. This man was a powerful martial artist he could sense it, and even feel an invisible aura encircling him. At the sametime, it felt as if he possessed the same, he had no fear.
"Why did you call me the Tiger?" Ryo asked.
"Because that is how legend tells it."
He paused.
"But the Tiger will fall here." He said with a smirk.
"Ryo you sure you want to go again?" Guizhang asked.
"Sure, I'll be fine." He said confident.
"What a big head..." Ren said observingly.
Guizhang believed Ryo, it seem he had changed in just a couple of months. His moves were polished, and seem more focused in his battles. Could this been the training he recieved in Hong Kong. Ryo had taken it to the next level, ascension.
"Overconfidence is a disease that infects the weak minded."
The mysterious man shot up from the ground at Ryo, diving down towards him with full force. Ryo didn't understand why someone who look so experience would start off with such an erratic move. Ryo evaded to the right, just as the mystery practitioner came slaming into the ground.
Seeing the he was off balance; using the force from the rotation of his hips for power, Ryo flung his leg towards the man's backside, but all his leg made contact with was open space. The last he saw of him was an after image of his shadow....
"What!?" Ryo looked around confused.
"I'm here!"
He charged in from the rear with a paralyzing forearm to the back of Ryo's head, dew shot from the back of his throat as his pupils shrunk to an unreasonably small size, he dropped to the ground weaken, and grasping for consciouness. A White crest flew out from him, catching the eye of his attack; like a spark in shallow water.
"...It can't be." He said in a low tone.
"Tch, now the show off is in trouble." Ren sighed.
"He'll be fine.." Guizhang insisted.
Ryo struggled to get up, but the previous blow was indeed a powerful one. It had took a toll on the already fatigue body of
the jujitsu fighter.
He felt a superior grip grasp his collar bringing him to his feet, though his legs were not planted, in fact he wa at least 2 feet above ground.
"Where did you get that crest?"
"What crest!?" He yelled as he battled to get free of this man's hold.
"That one...."
He flung Ryo to where the crest was, Ryo slammed into the ground right beside it. The ran came down upon his face as he focused in on the crest, the one Xiuying gave him.
"How did you get it!?" He cried out.
"Its none of your.."
Ryo stopped himself, it had hit him, this man had to be....
"Are you Ziming Hong.....!?" Ryo said with fire in his tone.
Ziming looked upon him, he was shocked that he could know such information. Had this boy met his sibling in Hong Kong. No, that had to be it, it was the only way.
"You must be, the brother of Xiuying Hong, also known as Master Lishao Tao."
Ryo made his way to his feet, getting back in his fighting stance.
"Ziming Hong is dead, he died a long time ago, all that is left is me." He said with anger in his tone.
"She said, you had went astray, on the path for revenge."
"Revenge clouds the mind, posions the heart, and consumes the soul. Revenge is what has made me, and what will destroy you."
He begin to laugh a manically laughter to himself.
"No." Was Ryo's simple but comprehended response.
"Why is that young Master?"
"Because I fight, I fight with the fist of virtue!"
"Wise words for someone of your age. Know this, virtue alone will not win this fight." A vile smirk animated his face.
"Come..." Was Ryo's ending retort.
The sky was a dark abyss, and rain seem to be an unatural occurence to its counterpart. Three heroes exited the building, a burden unknown to the normal populous put on their shoulders.
Ryo closed his eyes as all three exited the building, clenching both fist at the sametime.
"I understand." Ryo said in a low tone.
Guizhang and Ren looked at him confused.
All things came to a end. It was the way of the world, without a end there could be no beginning. Ryo's whole quest was about revenge, but now his obsessive reckless had put another at risk. In for that reason, he had finally understood the foolishness of his way. His father had been defeated, and then murdered by a powerful martial artist. A man who had easily defeated Ryo and his unpolished skill. Yet, he would still go after him. But revenge wasn't what he seeked, his search was for reason.
"My will...."
His eyes seem to flicker an odd resonance.
"We finally meet....." An unfamiliar voice beckoned.
Ryo looked up, the raindrops sliding down his face like steaming tears. He could feel a disturbing aura from the man.
"Who is this guy!?" Ren said loudly.
"I don't know, but he looks like one of them." Guizhang added.
The man flicked his hair from in front of his eye; which was severly drenched from the constant downpour of rain.
"So you defeated Niao Shun? Yes, that has to be true, you wouldn't be standing here right now."
He begin to chuckle to himself.
"Impressive."
"What's your deal?" Ryo questioned.
"You truly are the Tiger, this should prove interesting, no?"
"What?" Ryo still didn't understand.
"Just how strong is that Hazuki style? I've long for an even battle."
Ryo was exhausted, but his determination kept him going. He wouldn't back down, he had to much pride to. It was routine to him now, as he got into his ready stance. This man was a powerful martial artist he could sense it, and even feel an invisible aura encircling him. At the sametime, it felt as if he possessed the same, he had no fear.
"Why did you call me the Tiger?" Ryo asked.
"Because that is how legend tells it."
He paused.
"But the Tiger will fall here." He said with a smirk.
"Ryo you sure you want to go again?" Guizhang asked.
"Sure, I'll be fine." He said confident.
"What a big head..." Ren said observingly.
Guizhang believed Ryo, it seem he had changed in just a couple of months. His moves were polished, and seem more focused in his battles. Could this been the training he recieved in Hong Kong. Ryo had taken it to the next level, ascension.
"Overconfidence is a disease that infects the weak minded."
The mysterious man shot up from the ground at Ryo, diving down towards him with full force. Ryo didn't understand why someone who look so experience would start off with such an erratic move. Ryo evaded to the right, just as the mystery practitioner came slaming into the ground.
Seeing the he was off balance; using the force from the rotation of his hips for power, Ryo flung his leg towards the man's backside, but all his leg made contact with was open space. The last he saw of him was an after image of his shadow....
"What!?" Ryo looked around confused.
"I'm here!"
He charged in from the rear with a paralyzing forearm to the back of Ryo's head, dew shot from the back of his throat as his pupils shrunk to an unreasonably small size, he dropped to the ground weaken, and grasping for consciouness. A White crest flew out from him, catching the eye of his attack; like a spark in shallow water.
"...It can't be." He said in a low tone.
"Tch, now the show off is in trouble." Ren sighed.
"He'll be fine.." Guizhang insisted.
Ryo struggled to get up, but the previous blow was indeed a powerful one. It had took a toll on the already fatigue body of
the jujitsu fighter.
He felt a superior grip grasp his collar bringing him to his feet, though his legs were not planted, in fact he wa at least 2 feet above ground.
"Where did you get that crest?"
"What crest!?" He yelled as he battled to get free of this man's hold.
"That one...."
He flung Ryo to where the crest was, Ryo slammed into the ground right beside it. The ran came down upon his face as he focused in on the crest, the one Xiuying gave him.
"How did you get it!?" He cried out.
"Its none of your.."
Ryo stopped himself, it had hit him, this man had to be....
"Are you Ziming Hong.....!?" Ryo said with fire in his tone.
Ziming looked upon him, he was shocked that he could know such information. Had this boy met his sibling in Hong Kong. No, that had to be it, it was the only way.
"You must be, the brother of Xiuying Hong, also known as Master Lishao Tao."
Ryo made his way to his feet, getting back in his fighting stance.
"Ziming Hong is dead, he died a long time ago, all that is left is me." He said with anger in his tone.
"She said, you had went astray, on the path for revenge."
"Revenge clouds the mind, posions the heart, and consumes the soul. Revenge is what has made me, and what will destroy you."
He begin to laugh a manically laughter to himself.
"No." Was Ryo's simple but comprehended response.
"Why is that young Master?"
"Because I fight, I fight with the fist of virtue!"
"Wise words for someone of your age. Know this, virtue alone will not win this fight." A vile smirk animated his face.
"Come..." Was Ryo's ending retort.
